the best month of my life
began in a parking lot.
the stars could not be
seen through the bright
of the street lights. all
i could see was the shine
in his eyes. all i could
feel was the beat of my
heart.

it was a moment where
i felt that if i blinked
the world might flash by. i
might miss his soft lips
forming the words which took
my breath away. i might miss
his scent, or possibly,
the way his hand felt on the small of my back.

i did not want to miss any thing.

the month was quick
but beautiful. i felt we
were two butterflies. i felt
that he was my jupiter. my
world. everything.

we ended it completely
on a small street.
the headlights of the
car were illuminating
the dullness of his eyes.
there were still no stars.
i did not want to remember
this. i wanted to run away
from the way his hand was
not holding mine, but rather
his cigarette. or the way
he was too far away
for me to breathe his scent.
the scent that had once been
my comfort and ecstasy.

we were speaking in ways we
had never done before. his
voice was that of a freight train
and mine was lost, enclosed
in the warm hollow of his hand,
smothered by the cigarette smoke
and his once familiar skin.

10/18/2012

Posted on 10/18/2012
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